Pitch Black Walk Back in 1999, inspired by Jess K. (Infinite_Dwarf)

Pitch Black Walk Back in 1999

I tried walking home
from a house I didn't want to be;
scratch that, no,
a yard, among the tall grass and green weeds
of Tremont.

One in the morning in the industrial flats
is no place for a young man.

The smoke stacks and rust colored red bricks
rise like Dracula's castle,
there's murder on these streets.

If I had a gun
I'd be afraid to use it;
no one is down here,
even the homeless men fled this area
more than half a century ago.
Still, I feel... something.

The Devil's in this place,
when I finally get out
onto Fulton road
it's in front of a cemetary.
(How appropriate)
Still, I feel safer.

Another five blocks
and I'm at my little bachelor pad
in Ohio City.